I've been dreaming thee in the dark shallow water,
Loosing my mind with thine thoughts.
Wonder if ye could hear my thoughts yelling,
Under the darker sky counting on the stars
To know if ye could find my reach
While standing all alone.
In this exhausting journey of life,
If I ever could cross thine mind,
Or am I just losing my mind in thine fantasy,
Fearing the lovely lines of my poetry
Hold disastrous stances of us.
That hath to be the sparkling light
In my daydreams—is my fantasy
Or thine reality?
Wandering how would I feel
After the acquaintance of thine scars.
Would the day of our meeting
Turn into disastrous apocalypse
Or a beginning?
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
